User blog comment:Bartholomew Bilberry Bowstring/The First of Many/@comment-32303-20160426040820/@comment-26024035-20160428033458

"Why?" The vixen hissed, glaring up at the Highlander. "Because I can't even stand up straight? Yew c'n blame yore thugs f'r that...agh!" She squeezed her eyes shut, fresh pains lancing through her side as Scuttle's footpaw connected with her. The otter then placed his foot on her back, pressing the vixen down with a slight scowl of annoyance. "Mind yore manners afore I give ye more 'n' s'm gentle whacks, longnose."